As a Finn and a reservist, I'd be interested.
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Just a regular university student, majoring in hospitality and tourism. Also a history and trivial knowledge nerd, aircraft aficionado, occasional trekker and a D&D player.
Just a regular university student, majoring in hospitality and tourism. Also a history and trivial knowledge nerd, aircraft aficionado, occasional trekker and a D&D player.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Andreyich
"It's also for me an honour to finally meet you, Herr von Graff. It was a bit difficult to find the tavern, as the town isn't very familiar. The name's Henrik Karl Adler Ritter von Altdorf" he said to the witch hunter. This could be a good chance to both gain some silver and gold to fill his purse and make amends for those lost in the service of the Empire. He gave a look to the two younger companions, the nervous von Lipvig and van Borschtep.
The two youths were barely of age. By their age Henrik had already started to serve in the army as a subaltern in a pistolier unit. They looked barely more than children in his eyes, though they and Henrik didn't have that great of a age gap. But what had struck at Henrik's eyes, was the young Lipvig's manners.
"Do you always pull a gun at people who come to talk with you, Herr von Lipvig?" His voice stayed firm and calm.
"It's also for me an honour to finally meet you, Herr von Graff. It was a bit difficult to find the tavern, as the town isn't very familiar. The name's Henrik Karl Adler Ritter von Altdorf" he said to the witch hunter. This could be a good chance to both gain some silver and gold to fill his purse and make amends for those lost in the service of the Empire. He gave a look to the two younger companions, the nervous von Lipvig and van Borschtep.
The two youths were barely of age. By their age Henrik had already started to serve in the army as a subaltern in a pistolier unit. They looked barely more than children in his eyes, though they and Henrik didn't have that great of a age gap. But what had struck at Henrik's eyes, was the young Lipvig's manners.
"Do you always pull a gun at people who come to talk with you, Herr von Lipvig?" His voice stayed firm and calm.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Henrik had arrived to Ubersreik a few ago, after leaving Altdorf after few weeks. He had given a noble's son a few fencing lessons, but the son had turned out to be a lazy student. Henrik had hoped that someone would have a job for a swordsman or a bodyguard, but there had been only cold shoulders. Henrik had been preparing to leave, but a witch hunter had put out a call for hired swords. Henrik had met a couple witch hunters, and they had been an over-zealous bunch of piss and vinegar. I have my hopes up, but the witch hunter should be a man of reason if I am going to cooperate with him.
He had a vague idea of the Intelligent Guard's location. He had been to Ubersreik only a few times. Last time was with his light company, d. All clad in polished brest plates, uniforms and boots, armed with pistols and longswords and ready to ride out where they were needed. It had been the World's Edge Mountains and their doom. They had made a few stops across the way, but Ubersreik had been the last proper stop before they had set out to a march.
Henrik shivered as he remembered the details. Lieutenant who had served under him for a year had been torn limb from limb by an Ork. He had had wife and three children. Henrik had sent the newly-widowed a letter. He had to send dozens of similar letters. He wondered sometimes, did the families of the fallen ever curse his name. Did they blame him? Maybe.
Henrik had dressed his regular travelling clothes and a black beret. He wore his sword on his hip, and had the rest of his stuff in his backpack tightly packed. The backpack wasn't very heavy, but all the trudging around the streets with it made his back quite sweaty. After asking a couple times for directions from locals, he found his way to the tavern. He entered the establishment and scanned the room. He spied a witch hunter's hat on a larger table, and a man approaching middle-age and two companions. He started walking nearer with steady pace and asked the trio "I presume one of you is Helmut von Graff, the witch hunter who seeks a helping hand?"
He had a vague idea of the Intelligent Guard's location. He had been to Ubersreik only a few times. Last time was with his light company, d. All clad in polished brest plates, uniforms and boots, armed with pistols and longswords and ready to ride out where they were needed. It had been the World's Edge Mountains and their doom. They had made a few stops across the way, but Ubersreik had been the last proper stop before they had set out to a march.
Henrik shivered as he remembered the details. Lieutenant who had served under him for a year had been torn limb from limb by an Ork. He had had wife and three children. Henrik had sent the newly-widowed a letter. He had to send dozens of similar letters. He wondered sometimes, did the families of the fallen ever curse his name. Did they blame him? Maybe.
Henrik had dressed his regular travelling clothes and a black beret. He wore his sword on his hip, and had the rest of his stuff in his backpack tightly packed. The backpack wasn't very heavy, but all the trudging around the streets with it made his back quite sweaty. After asking a couple times for directions from locals, he found his way to the tavern. He entered the establishment and scanned the room. He spied a witch hunter's hat on a larger table, and a man approaching middle-age and two companions. He started walking nearer with steady pace and asked the trio "I presume one of you is Helmut von Graff, the witch hunter who seeks a helping hand?"
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Username: Oak7ree
Character Name: Henrik Karl Adler Ritter von Altdorf
Race/Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Career (if any) and Skills: Henrik served in a light cavalry company raised from Reikland until recently he was relieved from the army. He has good riding and sword-playing skills. Though there are better and faster swordsmen in the world, Henrik can hold his own. Henrik has learned the basics of surviving in the wilds, though there's a lot to learn. Henrik can be a bit rough around the edges in noble company and dislikes lying and dishonesty.
Weapons: A steel bastard sword, a flintlock pistol, a shield and a foot-long steel woodsman’s knife
Attire: Four plain cotton shirts and pants, a green woolen shirt and cap, a black beret, a travelling cloak and a chainmail and a leather jacket
Equipment/Other
Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Henrik is a young and wiry man with several years of officer training and campaigning under his belt. His face is a bit square and plain, and he has black hair and deep blue eyes. Henrik's body is marked with a load of scars, and his nose is bent, thanks to a nose injury suffered as a young man. Henrik's hair is cut short on the sides, and he has a stubble most of the time, as he is trying to grow a beard.
Mental Description/Personality:
Formerly a man of positive outlooks and attitude, Henrik has become more dark, grim and thoughtful person and a more cautious leader after the loss of his company. He lost most of his comrades and friends and carries some survivor's guilt over their deaths. Henrik might appear as a man of few words, but he weighs them all. A perceptive and bright young man. A skilled tactician and swordsman, Henrik knows how to give orders and receive them. He also knows how to use flintlock pistols. Never a very religious person, Henrik still carries an amulet of Sigmar, a miniature warhammer in a metal chain, around his neck as a childhood habit.
Background/History:
Henrik is a former imperial cavalry officer, who has changed his career path into an adventurer and a mercenary, seeking to avenge his company's destruction and redeem his failures. Henrik was born into a wealthy bourgeoisie family in Altdorf and had ambitions in his childhood to become a famous general, but thanks to his common birth and family line, he was barred from entering higher ranks than Captain. Henrik entered the army at the age of sixteen.
In his youth Henrik was tutored to become a cavalry officer of the Empire's army. He was taught how to effectively command a company-sized force, and excelled at it, granting him praise from his superiors. He eventually was granted a company of light cavalry to act as a harassing and scouting element for a larger army. He was also given a knighthood and the title "Ritter von Altdorf" - the Knight from Altdorf.
Few months before going to Ubersreik, Henrik's company was massacred and utterly destroyed by a Greenskin horde in the World's Edge Mountains, as an Imperial army was marching near the mountains. Henrik barely survived and tried to reach the army before the horde could swarm it. He failed, as he was half-starved and very sick from his wounds, and the army suffered massive casualties thanks to a successful ambush. Henrik was reprimanded and court-martialed, and later relieved from duty, as imperial officials wanted to have a scapegoat for a defeat. His father pulled a couple strings for him, and he wasn’t jailed, but he was barred from serving in the military again.
Character Name: Henrik Karl Adler Ritter von Altdorf
Race/Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Career (if any) and Skills: Henrik served in a light cavalry company raised from Reikland until recently he was relieved from the army. He has good riding and sword-playing skills. Though there are better and faster swordsmen in the world, Henrik can hold his own. Henrik has learned the basics of surviving in the wilds, though there's a lot to learn. Henrik can be a bit rough around the edges in noble company and dislikes lying and dishonesty.
Weapons: A steel bastard sword, a flintlock pistol, a shield and a foot-long steel woodsman’s knife
Attire: Four plain cotton shirts and pants, a green woolen shirt and cap, a black beret, a travelling cloak and a chainmail and a leather jacket
Equipment/Other
Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Henrik is a young and wiry man with several years of officer training and campaigning under his belt. His face is a bit square and plain, and he has black hair and deep blue eyes. Henrik's body is marked with a load of scars, and his nose is bent, thanks to a nose injury suffered as a young man. Henrik's hair is cut short on the sides, and he has a stubble most of the time, as he is trying to grow a beard.
Mental Description/Personality:
Formerly a man of positive outlooks and attitude, Henrik has become more dark, grim and thoughtful person and a more cautious leader after the loss of his company. He lost most of his comrades and friends and carries some survivor's guilt over their deaths. Henrik might appear as a man of few words, but he weighs them all. A perceptive and bright young man. A skilled tactician and swordsman, Henrik knows how to give orders and receive them. He also knows how to use flintlock pistols. Never a very religious person, Henrik still carries an amulet of Sigmar, a miniature warhammer in a metal chain, around his neck as a childhood habit.
Background/History:
Henrik is a former imperial cavalry officer, who has changed his career path into an adventurer and a mercenary, seeking to avenge his company's destruction and redeem his failures. Henrik was born into a wealthy bourgeoisie family in Altdorf and had ambitions in his childhood to become a famous general, but thanks to his common birth and family line, he was barred from entering higher ranks than Captain. Henrik entered the army at the age of sixteen.
In his youth Henrik was tutored to become a cavalry officer of the Empire's army. He was taught how to effectively command a company-sized force, and excelled at it, granting him praise from his superiors. He eventually was granted a company of light cavalry to act as a harassing and scouting element for a larger army. He was also given a knighthood and the title "Ritter von Altdorf" - the Knight from Altdorf.
Few months before going to Ubersreik, Henrik's company was massacred and utterly destroyed by a Greenskin horde in the World's Edge Mountains, as an Imperial army was marching near the mountains. Henrik barely survived and tried to reach the army before the horde could swarm it. He failed, as he was half-starved and very sick from his wounds, and the army suffered massive casualties thanks to a successful ambush. Henrik was reprimanded and court-martialed, and later relieved from duty, as imperial officials wanted to have a scapegoat for a defeat. His father pulled a couple strings for him, and he wasn’t jailed, but he was barred from serving in the military again.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool I once created a former cavalryman for another Warhammer RP. Perhaps I can expand him a bit and use him as a mercenary.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I am also interested on the RP.
@Flagg Right. I haven't written background for the corporations yet. The corporations are named NeuStar Corporation, Stahl-Martell and Huygens Manufacture, Inc. I'd planned to make NeuStar an interstellar shipping and logistics company, which dabbled in many other fields, Stahl-Martell would be an electronics giant, with some AI research under its belt and Huygens Manufacture was planned as a spaceship manufacturer.
@Flagg Hello! I'd have a couple names and ideas for possible pre-apocalypse mega-corporations, if that's okay. I had planned to use them in my own world building, but there's no good reason I couldn't drop them here. And I was planning to write an application in the coming week.
I'm also interested.
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